Chapter 2
Wednesday had finally come around, and Derek couldn't be more excited. He barely noticed that his shoulder was sore from tackling the perp, or his massive headache from not sleeping for two days, or even how hungry he was from the sparse food. Usually an intense case left him comatose, but the promise of an evening with his babygirl dispelled all the aches.
He was very alert by the time he got to her apartment, wine in hand. He even greeted the spying woman across the hall as he waited for an invitation into Penelope's apartment.
"Hey." she said, smiling. "Welcome, once more, to Casa de Garcia."
"Xiexie." he responded.
"Huh?"
"Chinese. It means thank you."
"Where'd you learn that?" she asked, puzzled.
"One of my neighbors moved here from China, he taught ne a few words over the years." he shrugged. "Not like I'm fluent or anything."
"You think you know a guy…" she mumbled, tossing him a mock glare.
"And then he secretly knows five words of Chinese, someone better lock me up." he teased back.
"Gladly. Now sit, and let the movie commence." She grabbed the wine from him and poured two glasses, and patted the spot next to her on the overstuffed couch. He sank into it. She curled up next to him. "Are you ready for this?"
"Let it be."
She picked up the largest remote and hummed a theatrical tune as she pressed a button on it… and true to her word, a whole section of wall, painting and all, slid away to reveal the biggest TV Morgan had seen outside of a movie theatre.
"Damn." he whistled, staring at it in awe. "It's huge! Where's you get one that big?"
"I could ask you the same thing." she responded, grinning mischievously. "I have a good friend from my college days, works for a manufacturing company that makes special technology for billionaires who like shiny things. It was a birthday gift. And then I have another friend who set up the wall panels, he owed me one."
"Wow."
"Yep, now let movie night commence!" she announced. Trumpeting music filled the room….
"Star Wars?"
"It's epic, my Sweet."
"Ok." He had seen this one too many times to count, but Penelope was all pressed up against him, so he wasn't about to complain.
He couldn't remember exactly when, but he suddenly realized that his arm was wrapped around her shoulders. She gave no objection; in fact, she snuggled closer. She wasn't watching the movie either. Her eyes were glazed and she had a pleased smile on her face.
"Shit." he cursed quietly to himself. He wanted to kiss her… but they were on their second date, and neither had slept for awhile. He wanted it to be perfect. Like, with roses and doves and symphony music perfect, not on-her-couch-in-casual-clothes-to-the-background-of-lightsabers-and-screams.
But then she was looking up at him, so sweet, and he was leaning down, and their mouths met in the most amazing kiss he had ever experienced, and nothing could spoil that moment. Not even a Trooper wailing as he fell a hundred stories to his death.
"Oh my…" she murmured. "The legends are true."
"Legends?"
"The ones where you are amazing at this."
"At what?"
She kissed him again, her hands grasping his shirt to pull his chest against hers, mouth opening and exploring his. He gasped a bit, and she laughed deep in her throat.
He broke away and began pressing little kisses along her jaw down her neck. He could feel her holding her breath. He nipped where the neck became shoulder, and heard the breath come rushing out.
"Derek…" she panted. Then she did something completely unexpected- she seized one of his hands and placed it upon her breast. He was too hormone-addled to think, and immediately cupped her other breast as well, kissing her more roughly. She responded eagerly, and allowed her nails to drag along his back in a way that gave him goosebumps.
"More." she whimpered, removing her shirt in one fluid motion to reveal her beautiful breasts to him, in an sexy lacy purple bra.
Something about the whole thing snapped him.
"Wait. Wait a sec." he said, pulling back. She looked confused.
"Need help, Hotstuff? You were doing just fine."
"No, it's not that. I mean, it's great, but-"
"You don't want me?" she asked, a hard expression taking her face. It didn't belong there.
"Oh, I promise I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted a woman in my entire life… I just wanted to take this slow. No rushing. I want to treat you like you deserve, no rushing into physical stuff." he explained. "I'm not like that."
"I know… it's just that I don't mind with you."
"I'm flattered, and our day will come. I promise." he told her. She reached for her shirt and slid it back on, and despite all he said, he felt a pang go through him.
"Okay. Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." he said, locking pinkies with her.
"You are the only man like you." she said, wrinkling her nose.
"How so?"
"Well… if what had happened between us just now had been with another guy-"
She saw lightning pass through his eyes at the mere idea of another man- "Then they'd be all over it. But you… I don't get it."
"Trust me." he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Neither do I".
-Hello readers! Hope you like all the sappy fluff bunnies so far… I'll probably throw in some angst sometime soon. Questions, comments, concerns, criticisms? Please leave a review after the beep. BEEEEEEEPPPP- ~Pandox~
